Crazy Train

If you want to know the general mental health of a certain population, ride public transit.

Tuesday morning, while waiting for the train to arrive, a man was tackling a pillar repeatedly. Excuse me, sir, that pillar is not going anywhere.

A couple stops later, man came into the train car telling himself loud, boisterous, nonsensical stories. Occasionally he laugh uproariously at what he said. There is something unsettling about one person laughing loudly when no one else is talking.

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